The Guest
written by:
Old Guy FL

My wife is 62 while I am ten years older. We have been married for 35 years and had an active sex life for 20 years. Then I got hit with ED. For a while the little blue pill took care of things but slowly it stopped working. My wife is five foot five, one hundred thirty pounds, with dirty blond hair, small tight ass, great legs and 38 DD breasts.

She recently retired from a long time stressful job. Because of my ED issues we had long ago set up a deal where she could date if she wanted. A couple of affairs over the years had helped her need for hard cock but she had been too stressed to try recently. Now she was free. She worked out and lost a few pounds and tightened up.

We had separate bedrooms and after retiring she traded her single bed for a double which I thought was interesting. Having been an English major in college she wanted to do some writing. Seeking quiet time to work on it she went to the local Library every morning. A couple of weeks ago she started talking about a man she had met, his name was Kent and she thought he was very intelligent and they had great talks. It turns out they were going out for coffee after she finished her Library time.

This night she called to tell me she was bringing Kent home so I could meet him and if things went well she hoped to entertain him by watching a movie in our TV room. Hidden in her voice was the suggestion that I become scares after meeting Kent.

I heard the door open and went out to greet them. Much to my surprise Kent was a tall, well-built black man. Over six foot tall very dark he also was very good looking. He looked like he was in the mid-forties and I thought that was interesting considering her age. Gazing at him I noticed what appeared to be a log in his pants. Noticing my wife's slightly disrupted appearance I figured they had been playing in the car.

My wife introduced us, then told Kent that I had to get back to work on a project in my room. I left and closing my door went to my computer. After a break in a few years ago we had put in an extensive TV surveillance system. We covered not only the outside but all the interior rooms. My wife knew this but somehow chose to ignore it with her new lover. Switching around I found them kissing on the living room couch, Kent had her blouse undone and she was rubbing her hand up and down the budge in his pants. She stopped him, took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Another camera and I watched them walk into her bedroom, she shut the door and Kent was all over her. Top off, shorts off, "what no panties," that is interesting. She then turns and strips Kent's clothes off. My God, what a thing he had, she was right down on her knees trying to stuff that monster dick into her mouth. At the same time he has his hands all over her big breasts. Now I figured she had blown him before they got here but here he was standing tall again. He pulled her up and pushed her down on her bed. She reached over and got her lube, smeared it all over him and into her then he started working on getting his cock in her. Finally getting in as far as he could he started fucking her and he was like a pile driver. Her room is two rooms away from mine but I could hear her moaning and crying out as the bed frame pounded the wall. Then I saw her grab his back and lock her legs around him and freeze. I knew she had climaxed.

After a few seconds Kent turned over and put her on top of his big, still hard, dick. This was the best show in the house, watching her big breasts bounce up and down as she fucked him. After maybe five minutes of fucking she froze again, then leaned over him and I knew she had come for the second time. This was the woman that only came once in a day. Another pause then Kent got her off the bed, lifted her up, and bent her over her desk and started plowing her from behind. She had her hands on his hips, her breasts were bounding back and forth then there was a mighty bellow as Kent dumped his load into her pussy. Another pause and she turned around, got on her knees and cleaned him up. Kent got dressed and went out after a bunch of kissing.

Next morning when she got up she was kind of gimpy, I asked her what was wrong and she said her new exercise was too hard on her and she was going to have to slow down. I agreed.